the wizened field before me where i saw you, we were frolicsome and hapless

of course i miss you.

even if i didn't, i'm constantly reminded of everything about you.

i hear the noise from my window that we used to hear when i stayed up late in your arms... i see the dancing couples and remember being one of them. i dress up pretty and wonder how much you'd like it if you could see.

but then i have to remind myself that although it's scary to be alone and it's easier to be with someone i've already won over, i need to win myself over.

i just gotta stop thinking so damn much.